She's Electric

Summary: Lilly buys some feety pyjamas, much to everyone's annoyance.

Authors Note: Boom De Ya Da!

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Lilly's eyes widen in admiration and mouth drops in awe.

"What are those!?" Lilly asks staring intently at an item of clothing at the back of the store, her vision impaired as the object sings to her.

"What?" Miley wonders looking around the store struggling to find what has enraptured her blonde friend's attention.

"Oh, that's a pair of blue flannel feety pyjamas," A store clerk chimes in. He walks over to the blue 3 holed cloth taking it off the hook.

Lilly begins to hyperventilate, "Good lord."

"Lilly, you're not serious?" Miley questions in shock to her overdramatic reaction to a pair of pyjamas.

"Why not? Hm? Just think how warm and fuzzy I'll be," she runs her hands over the soft material, her expression changing to pleasure from the tingly sensations, "I'll feel just like a bear."

"But-"

"I'll take em!!" She grabs the pyjamas and clutches them close to her chest.

2 Days Later

"Lilly you've worn those pyjamas for 2 sleepovers in row now, change into something else," Miley moans at the emergence of Lilly's nightwear for their third sleepover.

"Jealous much?" Lilly makes her way into the living room to be met by Miley.

"I'm not jealous," she retorts.

"Yeah I have to side with Miley, it's getting a bit weird," Jackson weighs in with his opinion from his sitting position on the couch.

"No one asked you or you Jackson," Lilly defends her purchase, "I have never been more comfortable than I am in these feety pyjamas. All warm and fuzzy," she glides her hands over her chest sinking into the touch, "This is what it feels like to be a bear. Remember when we were in the store and I said I'll feel just like a bear?" she raises her hands to point at clothes, "Well, this is it. This is it. I'm living, baby."

"No, you're not. You've been wearing them for too long. You can wear them tonight but tomorrow we are getting rid of them," Miley's eyes narrow in seriousness.

Lilly takes a dejected sigh, "Fine. Screw up all my fuzziness." She turns away from Miley dragging her feet across the carpet in defeat towards the couch. She plops herself down next to Jackson lightly brushing his bare arm.

"AGH!" He jumps up from the couch.

"What was that?" Lilly asks touching Jackson on the arm again.

"AGH! Stop that!" he rubs his arm.

"Oh my god, Miley don't freak out but I think I have super powers. Yup I'm one of the X-Men," she quips making an X with her arms to emphasize her point.

"Lilly, that's a static shock," Jackson tries to explain to Lilly, who looks at him confused, "Your pyjamas created a charge when you dragged your feet on the carpet and when you touched me, you passed it on."

Lilly jumps up from the couch "YOU WILL KNEEL BEFORE ME!!!" quickly rubbing her feet on the carpet before touching Jackson on the nose.

"AGH!!!!" he falls to the floor.

"Hey Miley come here," Lilly asks evilly.

"Nuh-uh. Get away from me," Miley backs away from the advancing Lilly.

"Oh don't worry I'm not going to shock you," she lies through her teeth.

Miley's face turns pale at the sight of a determined Lilly, there's only going to be one winner in this situation. But that won't stop her from trying to delay it, so Miley turns and runs upstairs.

"Miley? Where did you go?" Lilly peers into a room to see Robby Ray asleep in a rocking chair with a book on his chest. She giggles as an idea forms in her head. She quickly drags her feet on the carpet on her path towards the unsuspecting former singer, giggling along the way. She raises her hands and pokes the back of his neck.

"AGH!!" Robby Ray yelps and turns round to see the culprit, a laughing Lilly, "dang flabit Lilly!"

"I'm not Lilly," she grabs a white sheet and ties it around her neck, "I am electric girl." She then flies out the room with her arms out either side of her body simulating an aeroplane with the sheet flailing effortlessly behind.

Miley timidly enters her bedroom, the endearing sound of a giggling girl somewhere in the room can be heard, "Lilly, I know you're in here."

"Yes I am Miley, but where?" her voice trailing high in a mark of mystery.

Miley walks into the middle of her bedroom scanning the room for the hidden blonde, "Lilly, if you shock me, I swear to God I'm gonna kill you," Miley stands hands on hips.

"You'll have to find me first, Miley. Where could I be?" she annoyingly questions.

"Well there's a big lump under the bed covers that wasn't in this room before. I figure you're under there," Miley points to the big bump.

"How do you know? I could be in that half closed closet."

Miley looks across to the closet then back to the bed, "I'm gonna try the bed covers."

Miley walks forward to the bed and is just about to reach over and pull back the covers when Lilly runs into the room dragging her feet and touches Miley's back, "AGH!!" she jumps into the air.

Lilly laughs proudly, "I was in the bathroom. The bed covers and the closet – decoys, Miley. Decoys," her voice straining to control her laughter. The stony look from Miley causes Lilly to make a quick exit, her arms again out stretched. Her 'cape' twirls as she turns to escape but Miley grabs it pulling her back.

"Where do you think you're going?" Miley asks as Lilly turns to retrieve her 'cape' from Miley's hands.

"Oh you want to take me on, do you?" she slowly swipes her feet across the floor like a bull getting ready to stampede.

"Bring it on, sparky." Miley gives Lilly the 'just bring it' hand pose.

"Oh...I'll bring it...wear it...use it...and then...." the breaks in her speech due to the rapid speed her feet are going against the carpet. Lilly teasingly raises one finger in front of Miley drawing an imaginary eight in the air. Miley tries to guess which direction Lilly is going to go. Lilly strikes but Miley is quicker and grabs her wrist. Lilly tries again with her other hand but Miley stops her grabbing her wrist restricting her arms thus rendering her helpless (unarmed)

Miley holds Lilly's wrists out to the side bringing her face inches from Lilly's, "and then what?" Miley asks smugly, "Lose it?" Lilly's face becomes adorably confused, scrunching her nose at Miley's words.

"There's no spark," Lilly looks questionably at her wrists.

"Here's your spark," Miley whispers, now millimetres from Lilly.

"Wha-" Miley seizes her opportunity bringing her lips to Lilly's open mouth. Shockwaves of electricity swim within both girls from the contact of supple lips moving gently together and the voltage only intensifies when Miley brushes her tongue across Lilly's lips begging for entrance. Soft quiet moans crash against the walls of their friendship; they bend and break, what will replace them?

Hopefully love, electric love.

"Mmh Lilly," Miley's top notch Homer Simpson impression.

"Ok, I'm definitely keeping them if you're going to keep doing that!" Lilly beams.

Author's Note: Want to thank the too much T.V. I watch for the inspiration for this idea.
Oh, if you have any ideas that you wish for me to take a shot at, I'll gladly try. Just PM me or something...if you have a messenger pigeon, that's fine.